Bloomed Roots Novels & Stories

The crack left a space below about three meters wide. However, that is not the case. The problem is when tree roots stick out of nowhere and crawl on the ground. It looked around for Zeno's army and when it found it, the root immediately wrapped itself around its target. It crushes bones in seconds. Cia chuckles seeing some of his troops die. So, he focused his energy on his feet and immediately kicked his feet on the ground. The roots sticking out to the surface of the ground immediately ran aimlessly, as if they were being chased by something. Nahas, it's useless to run if safety is not guaranteed. The roots dry up and turn to ashes.

Julian’s eyes wandered to a clothing store next door that was opening the same day. [First Bloom] Julian looked at the sign twice. When he looked inside the window, he froze. A slender, graceful figure stood behind the counter. He stared in shock. Someone behind him nudged him impatiently. He snapped out of it and ran forward.

Stone split near the center of the room with a deafening snap. We jumped back instinctively as ancient roots burst through the floorboards. Not tree roots. Burial roots. Black. Twisted. Glowing faintly with silver markings. My blood ran cold. Kairos stepped in front of me instantly. “What the hell—” “It found us.” The roots moved. Not growing. Reaching. Toward me. “Kairos, don’t touch them!” Too late. He slashed at one with his claws. The moment metal met root—

When she finished she looked up. “I told her the peony is in its tenth bloom,” she said. “I told her it is the most extraordinary it has ever been. I told her the roots are finally deep enough to produce what was always in them.” She held Sera’s gaze. “I told her that is what building before someone arrives produces. The deepest roots. The ones that take years to reach the water.” Sera held the image of that. The deepest roots. The ones that take years to reach the water.

I snickered. “You're right because that's what you do Eve, let others get their hands dirty for you... But you're underestimating the plant, a flower such as this requires a lot of nutrients, so the roots are spread out over the entire realm, fixed firmly into the soil, so not because it's exquisite on the outside, it doesn't make it less dangerous,” “Look at you educating me about flowers, one day more day earth and you would have become a botanist,” I smirked.

Elara I felt it before we clearly saw the Bloodbloom. I think we all felt it. The Vale thinned. It withdrew as we edged closer to the Bloodbloom. I slowed, “There,” I said quietly. Trees opened into a circular clearing as we approached. At the center, a single plant bloomed— petals unfurling in deep crimson layers that glistened wetly. “The Bloodbloom,” one of the guards whispered. Its petals pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat.

"We're here. After you grasp the thing you've been looking for, you can ask me anything that I know. But remember, there's still a boundary that I cannot meddle." Her pupils dilated when the voice was wavering for a minute before eventually fading bit by bit. And that's the moment when her eyes darted to the water and noticed a magical yet mysterious flower blooming with its delicate petals. It was as if the ruler of the water that controls the stillness of the waves, romping each segment of fresh and elegant corolla that abscised while it's still open. Its roots were sunken beneath the water while the body emerged as pure white from the depths of the clear swamp.

--- Rowan had returned to the old forest. The clearing where Vesper had taught the root magic was transformed. The silver flowers there were larger than ever, their petals almost white, and they pulsed with a light that seemed to come from the soil itself. The roots had broken through the ground, thick and dark, and they hummed with a low, steady vibration. "The roots are awake," Rowan said, when he came back to the garden. "They have been waiting for the light." Mira sat on the stone bench, her hands on the silver flowers. "The roots do not need the light. The roots grow in the dark."

The pressure beneath us intensified until the air itself felt compressed. Kaelith stepped closer to the edge of the clearing, studying the movement. “It’s not random. It’s selective.” “Selective how?” I asked. He pointed downward. “The roots aren’t all rising equally.” I followed his gaze. He was right. Some roots were dissolving into the darkness below. Others were being pulled upward intact. And some—only some—were resisting the pull entirely, trembling violently as though refusing to be taken. The entity saw it too. Its breath hitched.

When I was seven, I stole a phone and called my mother's family. That was how I finally got her out of the compound where my father had kept her prisoner. When my grandfather stormed into the cellar, Mom was chained by the neck, with bloodstained whips scattered at her feet. He beat my father nearly to death. The man spent the rest of his life paralyzed and bedridden. Before Mom got into the car, she reached for me through her tears. "Evan, come with me." I grabbed the hem of her coat—and then I remembered my previous life. Back then, she had taken me with her. Her family had never accepted her for bringing home the son of the man who destroyed her life. She endured years of contempt for